Going Bananas

The last 10 days have been a strange combination of re-engaging and disengaging.

Upon reflection, I can see that I have been trying to learn more and re-engage with the process without completely engaging my mind. For example, I have conveniently had absolutely no time to meditate. However, I have still had time to work with my Tarot cards and play with my crystals.

I didn’t realise I was doing this until last weekend, when I was in a very classy spa in Sydney, at the hotel where my husband and I stayed for a few days. I was showed inside, seated in a small curtained cubicle, and given some forms to fill in about how much pressure I would like for my back massage. For ten minutes I ticked boxes, filled in my contact details, and circled areas on a diagram of the human body that I wanted the masseuse to focus on. A lady brought me some herbal tea, collected my forms, and closed the curtain tightly behind her when she left.

I stared at the fabric draped closely around me. Oh, shit! For the first time in days, I had nothing to stimulate my brain. No work. No television, or Internet. Nothing to read, write, play with, clean, cook, or make a list about. Nothing even to look at! The quiet and space I previously looked forward to, for meditation, suddenly completely freaked me out.

Instead I practiced looking at the aura on my arm, to feel like I was doing something useful, but without really engaging my mind.

So that’s where I’m up to at the moment – I kind of think that if I stopped my brain for a while, it might not start again. See, I’m avoiding it right now, by writing this blog entry instead.

If you have any comments about this post, I encourage you to leave a comment below. If you are not comfortable posting publicly, you can alternatively email me on psychic.journal@gmail.com. Have a great day!

PS - The reference to the title of this entry is in relation to a funny little thing that happened at a staff meeting during the week. We had set up the data projector, so that while I took notes on the lap-top, the others could see what I was writing on the big screen. We were going around the circle at that point, each of us talking about what our work priorities were.

Andrew (name changed, of course) was up next. I wrote Andrew on the laptop, ready to note down what he said. On a very-unlike-me-whim, I wrote likes bananas next to it. Andrew likes bananas. Sitting across the room, Andrew said, ‘I.... like bananas.’ He glanced up at the screen, and promptly freaked out, seeing that I had written exactly that. Consequently, I had a little freak out too, realising that he’d said it before he’d seen that I’d written it. Then everyone else got all weirded out, when they realised what had happened. So we all decided to pretend it hadn’t really happened.

Anyhow, I’m not saying it was a psychic experience... but it was a very strange one!